Fighting Bleeding Losing | Yeongyu / Beomjun

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Beomgyu

"Are you dumb ?"

"What ?" Yeonjun strangled voice spoke abnormally loudly, as if he was taken aback - which he probably was -.

"After all these months running after you. After all this time trying to suppress my feelings for you. After all the days I spent at the hospital. After all of that, you think that I'll reject you ? Are you dumb ?" The younger asked the same question again, a frown on his face.

Beomgyu could tell that Yeonjun was confused, the older struggled too much with emotions in general, and even more with understanding other people's emotions through their physical language.

Really, he didn't mean to confuse him. It was kind of cute, though.

"So you... You mean that you like me back ?" Yeonjun uncertainly questioned, picking the skin around his nails. "Yeah, that's what I mean." Beomgyu confidently replied, taking a step forward. Now, they were impossibly close, chest almost touching.

"We both need time to think though, we can't just get back together and ruin everything again." Yeonjun spoke,a bit breathless because how close the younger was.
It was new, he usually was the one making other people shy. But Beomgyu wasn't just other people, he was his crush, the boy he loves, the guy he wants to worship, hopefully his future husband.

"We can gather our thoughts together." Beomgyu replied. Before Yeonjun could reply, the younger grabbed his hand again and ran to the sea until their feet were submerged with water. But they were both already barefoot, so it wasn't a problem.

Yeonjun felt a new emotion he had never felt before, warm, serenity. He felt like he belonged here, as if, for once, he wasn't an outcast. He accepted his fate. He accepted to be desperately in love with Beomgyu.

"I wanna swim." Beomgyu said out of the blue. "Let's take out our clothes, we can swim in boxers, nobody else is here anyways." The younger continued, taking of his shirt.

Old Yeonjun would've salivated, his dirty mind would've gone crazy and his brain would've turned off. Old Yeonjun would've felt the need to jump on Beomgyu and suck onto his neck until he was a whining mess.

But Old Yeonjun was unstable, his mind was perverted with porn, drugs, alcohol and a huge dose of hidden trauma.

New Yeonjun just admired Beomgyu before taking off his own clothes and throwing them somewhere on the sand.

Objectively, Beomgyu was pretty. But actually, he was so much more. He was gorgeous, breathtaking, caring, comprehensive.

"Quit staring." The younger teased, nudging the other guy's shoulder. "You're staring too." Yeonjun defended as he saw Beomgyu's eyes travel from his neck, to his chest, to his stomach and finally to his thighs and arms.

"I don't want to trigger you or anything, but... Your scars healed so much better than before." The smaller said, his hand gently holding Yeonjun's wrist. "The doctor gave me a healing cream. I guess it worked. I'll probably keep the marks forever, though." The older said, frowning a bit at the last part.

That may sound stupid, but he was unconfident about the scars on his arms and thighs, he thinks it looks too rough on his skin, not sweet enough. He thinks it's a ridiculous mark of an Era he wants to forget.

"They're perfect, like every single piece of you. They're a proof of how strong you are, how you fought your inner demons, and how you feel better now. I love them as I love you." The younger said, once again bringing the wrist to his lips to kiss it. This time, it felt different.

It didn't feel like a lust-filled gift. It just felt nice, comfortable, an undeniable proof of their love.

Yeonjun sighed in contentment. "Beomgyu am I crazy if I say that I love you ?"

"Am I crazy if I say that I love you too ? Am I crazy if I say that I want to move out with you ? Am I crazy if I say that I want to start a new life with you ?"

The time stopped, it was just the two of them, in love. A comforting silence took place for a couple of seconds before Yeonjun spoke again.

"Then let's do that, let's create our own love story, our own utopia. Let's heal together. Let's love each other." Then, he walked closer, splashing a bit of water to the younger who winced, and gently placed his lips over the latter's.

It felt like a firework of emotions, something neither of them ever felt.

"I love you, Choi Yeonjun."
"I love you more, Choi Beomgyu."

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THE END.